Disclaimer: I still don't own Supernatural or Prison Break, but I still wished I owned Dean and Michael.

TMI: Hey, you guys, I hope you like this chapter. It's not as funny as I had hoped, but I promise to try more for the next chapter. There will be more of Sam and Lincoln in the next chapter so don't worry. Hey, leave plenty of reviews, especially if you love any of these 4 too-cute guys. Thanks.

Dean was having a dream. In it, he was eating dinner with his dad and Sam. They were kids and they were talking about school. Sam was eating a burger, but when Dean look at it again he could tell it was actually an arm, a human arm with the bone sticking out in places. Sam wasn't Sammy anymore; instead, he was a great big wolf with sharp teeth that were stained with blood.

"What the hell-?", Dean said and woke up.

"Sam.", he called out.

"Oh, you're finally awake.", someone who definitely wasn't Sam said.

He turned to look at whoever was speaking to him. It was an almost bald guy with inteligent, green eyes.

"Who the hell are you, and where's Sam."

"That your brother?", Michael asked.

Dean stood up grimacing as he felt pain shoot up his leg. He sat back down, pulling up his pant's leg to look at his leg. His pants were stiff with blood.

"How do you know? Have you talked to Sam?" , Dean asked, hopefully.

"No, but my brother isn't here as well."

"What do you mean?", a confused Dean asked.

Michael replied, "I was driving with my brother when a car crashed against us. Someone took us while we were unconscious and left us inside this prison."

"What?!", Dean exclaimed, "We are in a prison." He looked around, for the first time noticing that they were locked up, in a prison cell. "How the hell did this happen? It was supposed to be a piece of cake, the rules on being an older brother said so. Where did I go wrong?", Dean groaned, his shoulders slumping.

"Right before your car hit us, I saw a very strange looking wolf. I have never seen anything like that before."

Dean frowned slightly, remembering that he too had seen that creature. "Yeah, that thing was the one that made me crash, jumping into the middle of the road.", he said. Oh, he thought, maybe I shouldn't have said anything; everyone who finds out always ends up dying.

"I wish Sammy were here", Dean sight, "He's the smart one, but I'm the charming one.", he continued with a slight smile.

"Perhaps Lincoln and your brother were also taken somewhere else. They could be in this building. If so, we have to find a way to find them and get out of here. The wound in your leg, is it very serious?"

"No." Dean replied, "I will live."

"Let me take a look at it first.", Michael said. He went forward and clean Dean's wound. He strip part of his long sleeves and created a bandage around Dean's leg.

"Let's go.', Michael, said softly as he stood up.

"Why the hell are you the one ordering me around? I always make the decisions.", an indignant Dean murmured as he stood up. "So, what's the plan? He murmured unabashedly as he studied the prison cell.

Michael didn't answer. He tried the cell door, and both were surprised when it open without resistance.

"What the hell?!" Dean said, "What was the point of leaving us in this prison cell when it's not even lock."

"Do you want to continue, though it's definitely a trap.", Michael said.

"Let's go, let's go, age before beauty." Dean joked. "Hey, you armed?", Dean asked.

"No."

"Lucky for you, I have 2 guns and the idiots didn't bother searching my pockets.", Dean said, as he took out a gun from his jacket pocket. He handed over to Michael, who seemed reluctant to take it.

"You do know how to use one of these babies, right?" Dean asked.

"Yes."

Oh, no, Dean thought, another moralistic idiot.

"You should take the gun, cause you never know what's out there.", Dean said.

"Very well.", Michael said, as he took the gun.

"Well that was easy.", Dean murmured.

Dean was really paying attention. He really was looking every which way. It wasn't his fault that a 9-foot werewolf demon managed to sneaked up on him.

"Watch out!", Michael called out. For someone who didn't want to use a gun, he sure knew how to use one.

Dean turned and shot it several times too. With a howled of anguish the creature finally keeled over. It's fur was covered in blood. Dean cautiously walked towards it.

"Jeez, that thing was creepy. It took a lot of bullets; I hope there are not too many more of those.", Dean said, "I told you it would be a good idea for both of us to be armed."

"Let's continue.", Michael said, unfazed.

I wonder why the guy isn't more affected. Maybe he has killed monsters before, dean thought.

"Whatever, dude. Let's find Sam."